Saturday, 13 April 2013

Emerald lake lodge staff accom A tale of excess and isolation Part 2 of 3

On to the "Food" that these people try to serve us here, the staff Kitchen a dreary place where your never safe and always scowled at by whomever has been bestowed upon to work the kitchen that day. i have nothing against any of the cooks or people that stepped foot in there to cook a ton of food for the bunch of raving, insane Patients of this facility the Emerald lake lodge insane haha yes indeed every day trying to dish out something to us, trays and trays sitting every so innocently under the sneeze guards waiting to be prowled upon and swallowed up without a single human breath. the cooks some without any care of peoples taste buds or health regime, just slopping out whatever is quickest and easiest, most showing up for breakfast shift every mourning hung over to fuck , a dead soul barely movement making there way into the kitchen stumbling, falling around 5-6am in the mourn and if not my night shift concluded of waking the fuckers up out of a comatose they induced on themselves the night before and every other night for that matter. yes the people were the kind where "NO shits were given" and this place emerald lake is the only place that could contain such a ya after they wake up sometime around 11am then on to dishing out more horrific, trays of flavourless muck i think at this point MSG would of made everything so much better at some expense to our health, but com on its not that hard....better food is fed to actual swine.. so does that make us Rats, retched dirty depraved rats..ya just a giant zoo thats goes off every weekend breaking into orgies of madness and mess of violent charades. we cant be helped , the ones going back home to there real lives eventually, those people may have a chance to make it or maybe us brain matured hippies may make it but not our lifers, hell no they are doomed to spend their miserable soules rotting away. it can be a good life depending how you make it hear a clear head and healthiness you may go far but who knows or wants to try that shit out, fuck that... now on to my job that i do here if you can even call it that, basically a glorified time filler, o its a harsh game drowning the time away, talking to yourself can only make you crazier,, "ive been trying to kill time my whole life, its really gonna be something when time comes for me", but plenty of time left to push my luck, pushing your luck is a harsh game and a hard road to follow you cant just go in and out of it you have to make that stable fuckin decision that your either gonna do this your whole life or not at all, you cant just gain "balls" your either born with em or you spend your whole life trying to grow them fuckers , and no im not talking about testicles im talking about that inner bravery, stupidity maybe? that thing inside people minds that just stops them from thinking and just do.. people say its bravery or whatever ya want to call it deathwish whatever, these people were born with this power and some of us need to work or asses off to gain just a little...anyways on to Boredom. boredom is also a hard game to play around here , you got to keep your mind busy most of all because insanity is just around the corner.. weed is the greatest thing i have found in this life that cures boredom and does it ever, its the perfect recreational drug to help you pass time.. you may be doing the same thing you were doing before you got high but now its funner, thank you dopamine...some people out here at ELL do absolutely nothing to pass time these peop;le are just on the verge, watch out for these fuckers they will destroy us all, then you got the health nerds or the adventurists, some running 2 3 times a day up, down all around any direction. this helps boredom but god dammit people there is no time to run in the mountains , take your time and live its all around you...but the rest of the Drug addicts, all of them smoking there brains straight out of commission, drinking their insides to death, destroying their vital organs, all in the name of fun.."the good time are killing me" indeed isaac you said it best , but do we want no good times is it worth it to live without good times. not for me i say not at all. life is and can be one Great time...the road to good times is a road once you head down you gotta fucking ride that bitch out as long as you can , it gets a Little bumpy and ruff, but it gets better...or does it really?who knows.....all i know is im broke and always am and always without weed and booze, how does this shit work out, i think even with millions of dollars i would find someway to spend it and have nothing left to show, I am No drug "addict" by any means, but i like good times and i learne3d the ins and outs quickly in life so the rest is all good, ah ha Never let it hold you down..Life that is.. Hold that bitch down pull her pigs tales back and take that ride....ya anyway s back to boredom a horrid thing ... but i myself could stand in an empty room with nothing in it and as long as i had some weed i could strive on be content, somehow i would find something to do somehow..But no man after a long amount of time could withstand themselves, you are not your own friend no sir not at all your mind will corrupt you and leave you stranded when it gets the chance, he is not your friend, no amount of drugs or alcohol would help you on that brain leaves me for broke now almost every time i drink, no memories..i have to ask whomever i was with to give me the stories, some of horror, intrigue, violence, insanity and lots of embarrassment. alcohol is the factor and its getting bad , have i lost my fuckin mind is this it, can i still manage to get by, who knows and again who cares. end of part 2

Friday, 12 April 2013

Emerald Lake Lodge Staff Accom, A tale of excess and isolation PART 1 0f 3

Strange times at the Insane asylum summer camp of the Rockies, Aka Emerald lake Staff residence. Where Kids (emphasis on the word kids) from all over Canada, and other countries, mostly Australia.. come out to work and live for a summer, some for as long as a visa will hold and some for the rest of their lives. so i guess this is just a glorified Summer school/camp for most people, and the rest maybe there last option. a beautiful place, where parents send there kids to get rid of the scum for a few months and laze around in filth by themselves in peace. I managed to make it 3 months at the point i am writing this article now. and at the end almost a full year. In that time i have almost Drank and smoked myself into insanity, but all is still well as i have vast experience dealing with punishing my body and brain for a good time.. i do not deal with these regular problems as the rest of the swine who show up here at ELL, leaving there family for the first time or being on there own for the first time fending for themselves, taking control of their own lives. and the rest Going back after this "Vacation" to School, college or jobs.most of them searching for their dream life and by that Dream Job or career, but let me tell you, no it ain't out there an no amount of foolish education is going to get you there it will just cost you thousands of dollars and you will be trapped to pay back every cent for the rest of your miserable live. begin your travel down the road of live and see where your freedom goes. im a free man now no restraints anymore no crutches, nothing holding me back im lucky to figure this out at a young age that the only way to your dream is certainly not the easiest route or even the route people know and understand but at the end of that road you know it'll all be waiting for you....Simplicity....anyways back to the Story of Ell, ive never seen a bigger load of immature hopped up drunk and retarded people/kids in my life, don't get me wrong its fun as hell getting ripped and twisted with these animals and going totally off sometimes into fits of drunken madness, but there is a toll and there is certainly a limit at which the body cannot function properly this point the consumption is showing its effects on ive always felt that my head consists of 2 entities, 1 my brain and the other my true mind inside, 2 different consciousnesses running the show in my head in 2 different outlooks, 1 part telling me not to do something, then i have the other part coming in bitch slapping those thoughts and pushing me in the other direction, and says your fucking doing it!!, it has worked out pretty well so far but "how long can i keep this up ? no human can just keep pushing there self past limits they can barely handle, o well in hell its my shit ill deal with it, back to the kids, if there not fucking each other like wild rabbits, stealing shit from each other, fighting or falling down
drunk, puking on themselves, they are most likely working or sleeping because there is no in between..and some of these people have been doing this years, living in this place and dealing everyday for years, these people are the LIFERS the god damn lifers , the ones who come and never leave, years pass by and still they stay in this isolated, tourist there no other options for them? do they enjoy this life? what is there plan?... who knows and certainly who the fuck cares, fuck em they will realise someday the wasted life they lived, Hardcore but defiantly a little insane.. So ive been starting to notice a different breed of people are attracted to this type of living out in these mountains, we are all kind of on the same wavelength, every person enjoys life to the fullest or as much as they can, every smokes weed, everyone gets drunk, everyone puts life on hold for a minute to live the way the truly wish. Ive seen many a staff member come and go through this place, some a few weeks, some a few days and some not even a few hours, But the perception of this place is so different before you arrive here, When you do actually arrive at staff acomm for the first time you see the run down cabins, the busted up buildings, the garbage all around you say to yourself o man what did i get in to. or the parent you showed up with at this point is trembling with fear.  To me this was Heaven as i was expecting this  high class and snobby fucks running around, everything clean and by the book as it is 1 of the top 10 resorts in the world. but no not this place and relieved i was as i pulled in and started walking up the hill as the smell of weed just tickled my nose, and the people casually sitting around shooting the shit.. i knew i was in a place i would enjoy for a while. especially when i arrived at the staff residence managers cabin where the smell of pot Was just Gulfing out of the door, as i opened it..i said to myself i shall have fun Months pass and im still here baked and a bit drunk from the night before, sitting down in my awsome living room with the most amazing view of The Rocky mountains, i enjoy it but my liver does not nore does my brain i would imagine, the toll is being taken as events in my drunken nights have reached terrible limits these past few weeks. i woke up hours away from residence in the back of my van, hungover to fuck off the delectable Wild Turkey Bourbon, not knowing for a single instance where the fuck i was or even how i came to be here, so after i got my head straight and started heading down the road 15 minutes later i see signs for Banff, so obviously im heading in the wrong direction and make my turn to finally know where abouts i am. Holy fuck how did this come to be my brain has let me down, now come the flashbacks and all i can picture are flying orange pylons, did i hit something, or someone?.no blood on the hood and great for me not allot of people walk the trans Canada in the rockies in the middle of the night... o well lest we forget, this horrible episode, and make a note to cut down on the wild turkey, maybe 1 whole bottle is too much...and after about 5 or 6 more times of waking up in different places and not having 1 clue of what happens that night i knew i had hit a dangerous level of could i continue to go on knowing my brain just shuts off at night on an alcohol binge and leaves me for dead...maybe i though i was the weed but through the years never has this happened to me to this extent.. Alcohol is a horrible drug and one of the worst things for man yet is is the most legal, easily and readily available drug out there. it ll cause zombies of us all there is no chance for us swine to conquer in this pitiful world, there is no limit the only limit is how much alcohol you can fit in your fridge and how good of friends you got... how can i do this for much longer, if i make it from here will i be a raving psychopath on he verge of self destruction, can it be, or let it be..theres no stopping me now ive not yet reached my plateau, most drugs are hard to find out here but i always come prepared, one cannot expect to stay sane in this isolation without good psychedelic, mind expanding drugs...insanity keep us all on our toes, at a moments notice anything could happen.... Stay stoned my friends ...End of part 1
.2 more parts to come

Sunday, 17 March 2013

Canada, Moving down a peg, A country gone to the dogs!

so here it goes my rant into the fuck up way of things here in Canada, we have now dropped for #1 to about #40 something on the most developed countries list, like what the fuck happened here, Canada used to be a place of great warmth a
logging industry and fishing industry that wont quit, a place where we would look down on other countries because of how great we had it, but at the same time still be helpful and peaceful with the rest of the world. Now at this point in time the hatred and dis pair i have for the people that run this country, mainly Harper but ya damn well know it ain't one man who has caused all this. we are left to wonder what is the plan the main agenda here, even the USA has dropped a huge amount in the standings, are they "the government" trying to destroy these countries for some huge big reason that one day we will find out. whatever you want to think, believe or ignorantly consume into your mind, I'm sure the real answer is 100 times worse. it seems that recently as last year, the big downfall started, private companies being aloud to exploit national parks and forests for there own gain, the rivers and sacred areas have gone from protected to free range, the land that we have saved as a nation to have forever has now turned to shit. our kids may never see the untouched beauty of The rocky mountains or the pristine calmness of our magnificent lakes and streams. So with the economy being shit and Alberta's Oil boom on the soon to be brink of extinction, were already on a huge decline as far as the fishing industry, and lumber, what the fuck is going to be left for anybody in about 10 years , it just sends shivers down my spine thinking about the way of things soon to come. Now with the states on the go with Marijuana and hemp we will take the back seat to that and the US with thrive off of this industry, but yet here in Canada the laws keep going backwards and seems that marijuana is becoming more and more illegal, the gall of them bastards, is our government so much worse or what the fuck is really going on, How did the Cat get so Fat?